The year they first met, Eliza was brimming with excitement to introduce herself to Casper. “Hi, I'm Eliza, but you can call me Elle. It's a bit more friendly.” Just as she was about to say more, Casper cut her off coldly, “Why would I call you Elle? Are we that close?”
She felt utterly embarrassed at that moment. It was just a name; did he really have to be so... hurtful?
Had he forgotten about this?
No, Casper hadn't forgotten. Three years ago, he had no chance to make amends. Now, he wanted to reclaim the bits of their lost past.
“We're still married, aren't we? What's wrong with me calling you that?”
“Casper, don’t make me sick. Married? Eliza died three years ago. I'm now Valerie, a widow with a child. I am not your wife.”
She yanked her wrist from his grasp, rubbing it gently as she stepped back, looking at him with a cold stare, “Don't kid yourself. Whatever we had ended three years ago. There’s no chance of getting back together.”
“I can get your identity back.” It wasn't a difficult task.
“And then what?” she asked, a disappointed smirk playing on her lips. “You’ll use the name Mrs. Welton to trap me in the Welton family for life. I’ll be at your mercy and be humiliated and insulted, right?”
He shook his head, denying everything she imagined. “No.”
“Then what? Do you have a thing for widows? Do you like to take care of someone else’s kid?” she sneered, looking down at him. “Mr. Casper, you really are despicable.”
He stayed silent. It seemed she had hit the mark. For someone so particular about purity, he was willing to accept her past marriage and motherhood. He was mad. Truly mad and despicable.
Seeing Casper remain silent, Eliza took a step back and turned to leave.
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